False Octobers

Just as the leaves masquerade in burnt red cloaks, you've got the false Octobers.

The fleeting moments in Fall that forge your emotions.

You'll become a carving of the one I want you to be,

yet there's no candle to illuminate your glory.

For you'll rot on All Saints' Day, because you're not one.

You'll wisp around my hair in the harvested twilight breeze and remind me to buy more sweaters.

Until the below zeros come and I realize that Winter follows.

The blistered blue fingertips and the icy shoelaces.

But there's nothing pleasing about the color orange anyway.

Reviews

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-- very interesting poetry... -- i like how you weave what might seem like common images and turn them into poetry that is intensely expressive and lyrical... -- the closing line is spectacular...

[marcus]

Ah ha, brilliant!! Great write.

[Cat]

Thank you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

October can be a liar...and November will come...and the emotions that fell during October will become part of the icy, apathetic winter...

i like your last line....those jack-o-lanterns with carved smiles...don't trust them.

[Cat]

Thank you very much.

[A.marie.speaks]

Really enjoyed reading this. I felt it had a nostalgic feel. "..and remind me to buy more sweaters." I love this entire stanza but the lines could have been from my own mind! I think just like that. Great write!

[Cat]

Thanks a ton.